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towerofanimus2011-10-09 03:56 pm
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[Event, returning from surgery, open]
Characters: All those who were expermimented on if they want and everyone else
Setting: Cafeteria, morning
Format: Whatevers easiest
Summary: Those that were taken a week ago are left in the cafeteria, changed and somewhat broken. (I'm starting with Romeo, and then everyone can just make their own threads/reply to each other/tag around. I just thought this would save 8 very similar different threads)
Warnings: Horror, description of body modification horror, trauma, angst, unplesentness. Probably lots of anger
Romeo had barely struggled when he was taken a week ago but now he was angry. The bad people had hurt them all, did awful things to them. He shouted at them and was ignored, he tried to bash them with his antlers but it did nothing. Soon they were left in the cafeteria. It had only been a week but everything had changed. Romeo had fallen once they had put him down, he still wasn't good at walking and he looked around. The cafeteria was exactly the same though it seemed that the whole tower should have changed, become even scarier than it already was. He looked at his mouth, so strange and protruding out of his face and then down at his legs, four of them now not two. They looked strange in a way they hadn't in the cells. They had been a scary place and the face that he now had hooves and antlers hadn't been as horrifying as it was now he was in a normal place. A place he had been for a long time now.
He looked at the others and tried not to cry, he had cried so much already and it wouldn't keep anyone's spirits up. Now they were back they had to act strong and brave because they would be seeing their friends. Those that were hopefully safe. With a determined look Romeo struggled to his feet and stood, staying very close to the others, scared even now he was no longer imprisoned. "It will be alright." He whispered, both to himself and to those around him. They just had to keep their spirits up, and no matter what they had to keep living.
Setting: Cafeteria, morning
Format: Whatevers easiest
Summary: Those that were taken a week ago are left in the cafeteria, changed and somewhat broken. (I'm starting with Romeo, and then everyone can just make their own threads/reply to each other/tag around. I just thought this would save 8 very similar different threads)
Warnings: Horror, description of body modification horror, trauma, angst, unplesentness. Probably lots of anger
Romeo had barely struggled when he was taken a week ago but now he was angry. The bad people had hurt them all, did awful things to them. He shouted at them and was ignored, he tried to bash them with his antlers but it did nothing. Soon they were left in the cafeteria. It had only been a week but everything had changed. Romeo had fallen once they had put him down, he still wasn't good at walking and he looked around. The cafeteria was exactly the same though it seemed that the whole tower should have changed, become even scarier than it already was. He looked at his mouth, so strange and protruding out of his face and then down at his legs, four of them now not two. They looked strange in a way they hadn't in the cells. They had been a scary place and the face that he now had hooves and antlers hadn't been as horrifying as it was now he was in a normal place. A place he had been for a long time now.
He looked at the others and tried not to cry, he had cried so much already and it wouldn't keep anyone's spirits up. Now they were back they had to act strong and brave because they would be seeing their friends. Those that were hopefully safe. With a determined look Romeo struggled to his feet and stood, staying very close to the others, scared even now he was no longer imprisoned. "It will be alright." He whispered, both to himself and to those around him. They just had to keep their spirits up, and no matter what they had to keep living.
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"Right." He shifts to position himself better. "Be as quick as you can."
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"Okay, captain." Italy said, trying to offer a smile.
The worry was still probably rather obvious on his face.
Slowly, Italy walked towards the cafeteria door and pushed, trying to walk briskly but not lose balance. It was a lot harder than it looked. He tried his hardest to focus on walking and balance rather than the feel of Germany's skin- the stitches and the lack of anything underneath.
"Where do we go from here, ve?"
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"Take the elevator the dormitories."
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"I'll come with you, okay?" he said, putting on a big (albeit fake) smile.
They needed to get Germany to lie down. He looked so defeated. If this was the state a strong nation could be in, what was going to happen to Italy?
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"Danke," he muttered as the elevator rose, turning away when Italy smiled at him. Italy rarely faked a smile, but he was doing it now.
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"It's okay, ve."
They reached the right floor, and waited as the elevator doors to open. He was going to have to help Germany get back to his room, but then what? It was scary being the strong one.
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"That way." He said when the doors opened, inclining his head in the direction of his room.
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"Which one is it?"
There was something very off about the whole situation.
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Finally, it looked like he would get some privacy, away from the horrified looks and prying eyes of those in the dining hall.
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"Where do you want to go?" he asks, trying to sound his usual cheerful self.
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With effort, Germany moved his arm off Italy's shoulders. He nearly fell and lost his balance, but managed to stumble over to his bed. With labored movements, he sat upright on it, leaning against the headboard.
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What if it happened to him too?
"Germany... what happened?" Italy asked, staring at his friend's stitches.
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Shuffling to a comfier position, Germany tried to compose himself before he explained. "Myself and a selection of people were taken from the tower last week, as you probably noticed. Over that week we were all gradually taken away for," he faltered for a moment. "For some sort of experimentation. They... removed a lot of muscle from me."
He looked down at his stitched up arm and fell silent again.
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What if it happened to him too? If he just woke up and found people cutting away at him?
Italy began to shake, and could feel tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to go home; be in the right bed, have nice food and have his normal fears back. He couldn't reply to Germany at that moment; things seemed far too nightmarish.
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"Italy," Germany looked down, trying to remain emotionless. It was easier that way. "I understand if you want to break off our alliance."
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"But... b-but Germany's my friend. You have to stay with your friends so they don't get hurt."
Well, hurt even more.
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That had been what Italy wanted from their alliance, right? Germany was his muscle, but now he was no good to the other nation in this state. He would only be a burden, one that he was sure Italy couldn't handle.
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"I'll protect you. I promised I'd protect you if you needed it."
It was going to be difficult, that was for sure. Italy was determined he was going to help his friend though; there had to be a way to fix this situation, or make it better. As long as he had the support, Italy was sure Germany could start to build back some strength.
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"...thank you." He said, awkwardly.
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"It's okay. You're my friend!"
Germany was back though. That was what mattered. They'd find a way through this.
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"You can go and get something to eat. I'll stay here and rest." There wasn't much else he could do, anyway. "You are not to tell anyone about this, do you understand?"
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"I promise I won't, ve! I'm not leaving yet though," he shakes his head comically. "When you're asleep I'll go and find some food."
He pauses, thinking more. He's got to be the protective one now, so he's going to do his duty just as promised.
"And I'll come right back here when I'm done!"
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Germany settled down as best he could. He could feel his bones digging into him, making getting comfortable basically impossible. At least it was better than lying on the floor of the glass cell, and he needed sleep badly. He'd barely been able to the past week.
Without another word, he pulled the blanket right over him and shut his eyes.
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Quietly leaving the room, he hurried to the elevator to get to the cafeteria and find food. He didn't want to be away from Germany for long. Italy would come back as soon as he had something.